[So Beat does this often, helping others. That at least explained why he was so knowledgeable and quick to offer assistance without even knowing Hythlodaeus' name. A kind soul, if a little unorthodox-looking. He seems to be on good terms with everyone, even if they might not show Beat the same energy in return. It reminded him of himself, a little. Musing to himself, he seems lost in thought for a moment as the pair of them start down the sidewalk, Hythlodaeus a calm and steady presence even if his mind is elsewhere.]

Oh, don't worry about me. The cold will deter me before my feet have anything to say about the journey.

[He laughs a little, giving Beat a smile.]

But, as a fortune, the mud on my robes and hair has dried, and therefore no longer amplifies the bite of the wind. The brief respite of the shelter we paid visit to ensured that I have the stamina to continue, so worry not.

[Taking time to observe the city as they walked, Hythlodaeus finds it quaint - to put it nicely. If he was going to be spending any amount of time here trying to find his way back to where he was supposed to be, whether it be Amaurot or the aetherial sea, he would have to learn to adjust to it's primitiveness.]

Tell me, Beat. Was your home much like this place, or did you also find yourself out of your element when you first arrived? I must admit, if it wasn't already painfully obvious, I have scarcely any idea of what to make of all of it.